Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 859 - 859 845 better looking than grandpa (3)

Chapter 859: 845, better looking than grandpa (3) Chapter 859: 845, better looking than grandpa (3) Jian Qing took two or three steps up the stairs and saw the bustling scene at the Basketball Court, purposely laughing, “Xiaojing, there seem to be quite a few fresh meats over there.”

Quan Jingwu turned around, his hands pinching her waist, and brought her down in his arms, “Wifey, are you deliberately trying to make me miserable today, hmm?”

“Am I?” Jian Qing pretended to be clueless as she looked at him, unable to hide the smile on her lips, and purposefully said, “Those fresh meats look quite handsome playing basketball.”

Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, “Handsome than me?”

With her head tilted, Jian Qing said with a smile, “That remains to be seen.”

Quan Jingwu’s gaze deepened, and after staring at her intently for a few seconds, he pulled her toward the Basketball Court.

“Hey, Xiaojing, where are you taking me?”

“To show you how weak that bunch of fresh meats is.”

His tone was sour, filled with jealousy.

Unable to hold back her laughter, Jian Qing found herself at the Basketball Court in the blink of an eye.

As soon as they stepped onto the Basketball Court, their refined looks instantly attracted a crowd of curious gazes. The cheering abruptly stopped, and everyone looked at Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing, somewhat astonished.

Soon, people around recognized Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing one after another, their faces showing excitement.

“Klein, that guy is much more handsome than you; your position as the campus heartthrob is in jeopardy,” a man dressed in a blue tracksuit said, glancing at Quan Jingwu then teasing his buddy beside him.

The man known as Klein had blond hair glistening in the sun. His handsome face with deep-set features, dressed in a white tracksuit, indeed fit the image of a Prince Charming from a girl’s dream.

Klein, holding the basketball with a sweaty forehead, looked over at Quan Jingwu, who had suddenly appeared, with a hint of confusion on his face.

The next second, his gaze was stolen by the woman next to Quan Jingwu. Her delicate face was touched with a faint smile; even without makeup, she was stunningly beautiful, impossible to look away from.

Being the notable person of YA, it was his first time seeing her in person.

He walked over with the basketball and stopped in front of them, greeting with a polite smile, “CEO Quan, Jian, I’ve long admired your names.”

Jian Qing glanced up at him and thought to herself that her own Jingwu was still the handsomest.

Quan Jingwu, with one arm around Jian Qing, glanced at the basketball in his hand, “Play a game?”

“Hmm?” Klein was caught off guard.

“Basketball,” Quan Jingwu said again.

This time, Klein reacted, his eyes growing quirky. The CEO of JK International was actually challenging him to basketball—surely there must be some mistake.

Jian Qing looked down, struggling to hold back her laughter.

It seemed a certain someone was really jealous.

“Wait here quietly for me,” Quan Jingwu said, looking sideways at the person beside him, and then he messed up her waterfall-like hair with his hand.

Jian Qing grabbed his hand, looking at him with amusement, “You’re really going to play?”

Quan Jingwu smirked and leaned close to her, whispering in her ear, “Stand here and watch how I crush them.”

Jian Qing let out a light laugh. Quan Jingwu turned around and headed towards the court, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a part of his muscular forearm.

“Jian, this…” Klein was still a bit lost, looking at Jian Qing in a daze.

Jian Qing’s eyes playfully lifted, “Just a game of basketball, don’t overthink it. But as your senior, I’ll kindly remind you, if you don’t give it your all, you’ll lose very badly.”

Hearing this, Klein couldn’t help but look embarrassed and turned his head to look at the man readying his sleeves, his competitive spirit ignited.

He never lost when it came to basketball.

Holding the basketball, he walked back, full of fighting spirit. “CEO Quan, how about one-on-one?”

Quan Jingwu glanced around at the several men in tracksuits, the corner of his lips slightly curving up, “No need, you all come at me.”

“…”

Klein and his buddies all had faces filled with disbelief.

Do you look down on people that much?

Even if you are quite handsome, you shouldn’t bully people like this.

“CEO Quan, are you sure?” Klein confirmed.

Quan Jingwu nodded, walked to the opposite side, and said in a cold voice, “Let’s start.”

Klein exchanged glances with a few friends, tossed the basketball upwards, and under the dazzling golden light, it reflected slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a figure leaped up, and the basketball instantly landed in his hands. Klein and the others’ expressions changed slightly as they followed the trajectory of the basketball.

Squatting low, Quan Jingwu dribbled the basketball around him—front, back, left, right—without stopping. Before they could react, he suddenly quickened his steps, broke through their defense, and made a casual throw.

“Thud—”

The basketball hit the basket squarely, and the court fell into a silence as still as death.

Klein and his friends were dumbfounded. They didn’t even touch the ball, and he had already scored. Was it their weakness or was he simply too much of a demon?

His ghostly skills were downright chilling.

Not far away, Jian Qing supported her forehead, her lips curving up uncontrollably.

Sorry, my little juniors.

Klein snapped back to reality, looked at Quan Jingwu with even more fighting spirit in his eyes, “Let’s go again.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the basketball and quickly moved towards the net.

“Heh!”

The cold laughter dissipated in the air, and no one saw how Quan Jingwu moved. By the time they realized, the basketball that was in Klein’s hands had been intercepted by him.

“Mike, defense,” Klein called out.

Mike nodded in understanding, moved forward to block Quan Jingwu, but was dodged effortlessly.

The next second, Quan Jingwu moved the ball quickly, leaped into the air, flicked his wrist, and the basketball dropped perfectly into the basket.

“Thud—”

The basketball bounced on the ground, and the spectators were left staring in awe.

After a while, cheers erupted, followed by whistles.

“CEO Quan is so cool.”

“CEO Quan is amazing, the number one handsome in the universe.”

So women are always fickle, just a moment ago these girls were all shouting for Klein, and now they’ve completely turned to Quan Jingwu’s side.

Klein smiled helplessly, looked up at Quan Jingwu, and conceded graciously, “CEO Quan, let’s stop here, I admit defeat.”

There was no point in continuing the game; he had only losing left to do.

Their skills were clearly not on the same level; he didn’t want to seek further humiliation.

It’s necessary to maintain a bit of face; after all, he still wanted to flirt with girls in the future. Losing too miserably would damage his image too much.

Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, tossed the basketball back to him, and walked past him towards Jian Qing.

“Could I have one of those?” Jian Qing looked at a box of mineral water nearby and asked softly.

The girl in charge of handing out water smiled shyly, quickly grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to Jian Qing, “Of course, here you go.”

“Thank you.” Jian Qing reached out to take it, and the next second, Quan Jingwu grabbed her hand and whisked her away.

The scorching sun made Jian Qing’s face a bit red as Quan Jingwu pulled her to the shade of a tree and finally stopped.

“Why don’t you put your hat on?” Quan Jingwu reached out to touch her slightly red cheek, frowning.

Jian Qing smiled and handed him the mineral water she was holding, her eyes curved into crescents, “Senior Jingwu, would you like some water?”